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Sometimes It's Not Really Up To Me's the thing with me and my writing.
Not my blogging.
My actual writing.

I don't really sit down and choose what I'm going to write.  For me it happens a bit like this....

At some point I'll get a one-liner or story premise. When this hits, I usually write it in one of the many journals strewn throughout my house. Rarely do I type that. I write it. Pen on paper. The physicality of the act plants that seed in my brain somewhere unknown to my waking self.

Later...when I'm least expecting it...I start to see that seed bloom.

It's kind of like watching a movie.

In fact, it's exactly like that.

I see the story actually unfolding in front of me.

Depending on where and when I am, I will commit certain scenes to memory. Coming back to them later. Editing already occurring in my head before the first word hits the page.

Then, when enough of the story unfolds in my mind, I start writing. Usually typing. I can get in to a zone when I type. Thank you High School Typing class for being able to touch type. I try not to get hung up on spelling mistakes...the point of the first draft is to get as much of the movie from my mind to the page.

As I go back and edit, I see things that weren't there the first time. Or things that were in one place that need to be in another place.

And honestly...most of the time when it's a piece that has incubated for quite some time, I don't really remember writing it.

It's not like it writes itself...but it's pretty damn close. It's very much like I'm transcribing the movie as I watch it.

Sometimes it works. Sometimes it does not. A jump drive full of partial stories and scripts is evidence of that fact.

What always surprises me is which story comes out when.

I can always feel when one is brewing. Sitting there percolating like some tasty recipe in a slow cooker waiting for papa to get home.

And I usually have a good sense of which movie is on deck next.

This time I'm off base though.  I had thought that the next one to bubble to the top was the next installment in my 'autobiography up to now.'  Doesn't appear to be the case.

Looks like the next movie in my mind is a little ditty about a governmental program to 'infect' the population at large with nano-technology.

We'll see how it shakes out.

For now, though, lunch is nearly over and it's time for me to get back to work.

In a heated building.

Today's a good day.

Peace Out,


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